A month ago I went out, alone, like a brave girl, hoping to connect with an interested suitor who seemed, you know, like, not an abusive prick. So I go to the place, right. After a dinner date and texting back and forth a bit for a few months. And he's all... I'm going to Morocco with my girlfriend.
Well that was fast.
Furthermore, on that particular evening, a man bought me a drink. Except he drugged my drink. So I don't remember anything. I woke up in a fuckboy's bed (I guess that's better?) instead of in the car with 2 men in it that was reportedly waiting for me outside...
SERIOUSLY?
HOW COULD ANYONE STILL LIKE MEN AT THIS POINT?
On the bright side, I guess, as a result of said drug whatever it was I ended up making out with a girl I hardly remember but seems cool, and probably light years better than these males. I'm supposed to meet her in a few hours but I'm such a wreck from all these other things I can't get my shit together.
I am such a closet lesbian it is ridiculous.
3:26 p.m. - 2017-06-08